In one last-ditch effort to sell my house before winter is entrenched, I’ve lowered the price by a couple thou.
I swore I wouldn’t go lower in price than I had it at last week…but I fell in love…again (yeah, I’m fickle) and need cash. Quick.
This time, the house after which I’m lusting (located just a few blocks from my current home) has a solid foundation – but it needs some work on the slate roof and requires all-new electric (it’s knob-and-tube, and the panel is smaller than a very small bread box).
Then there’s the lovely mismatched wallpaper that’s not limited to the walls – there are several layers on most of the ceilings, too – plus the rugs that smell as if they’ve spent 40 years in a nursing home that’s in serious violation of health codes. At least I hope that’s only in the rugs…
But the potential is enormous!
(The above explains why I’m still single; not only am I fickle, everything and everyone in which I’ve ever been interested requires massive renovation.)
So I have my dining room back in order, the bathroom wall is fixed and I’m ready for showings (just give me some notice so I can turn up the heat).
And if I get no offers by Thanksgiving, I’ll take it off the market and spruce up the kitchen over the winter, then relist in the spring at a slightly higher price.
But by that time, no doubt my new love will be taken. Story of my life.
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